Design The Skyline
Reality Away
Open (open) your eyes to the bright screen,
And your ears to the voices (voices).
They?re telling you what to feel,
What is fake and what is real. (yeah)
The fuse has been lit the fire will
Never find the end of it.
Nothing is what it seems, mean backwards obsolete. nothing is what it seems.
Open (open) your eyes to the bright screen,
And your ears to the voices (voices).
They?re telling you what to feel,
What is fake and what is real.
Tearing down the walls, that tore us apart.
As the death of old brings life to new.
Together we stand as one against a world,
A world gone mad!
The war against are world has now been won.
(looking down from these heights a part of me has been found.)
And your ears to the voices (voices).
They?re telling you what to feel,
What is fake and what is real. (yeah)
The fuse has been lit the fire will
Never find the end of it.
Nothing is what it seems, mean backwards obsolete. nothing is what it seems.
Open (open) your eyes to the bright screen,
And your ears to the voices (voices).
They?re telling you what to feel,
What is fake and what is real.
Tearing down the walls, that tore us apart.
As the death of old brings life to new.
Together we stand as one against a world,
A world gone mad!
The war against are world has now been won.
(looking down from these heights a part of me has been found.)